The End

In the back of your car
I will always be waiting
I won't move till you make me
In the back I will wait
I'm a cube in the ice tray
I'll be stuck till you shake me
Your attempt, it won't change me
If anything, I might break

And my hands, they've grown tired
I do not want to try it
I would rather keep quiet
Watch the world flash right by
In the back of your car
I will always be waiting
I won't move till you make me
In the back I will wait

Will you think of me
When there is nowhere left to go?
I will be waiting at the end of the road
At the place you told me to go
Will you think of me
When there is nowhere left to go?
I will be waiting at the end of the road
At the place you told me to go
Will you think of me
When there is nowhere left to go?
I will be waiting at the end of the road
At the place you told me to go
Will you think of me
When there is nowhere left to go?
I will be waiting at the end of the road
At the place you told me to go